Three's Company (pt.5 added) - Futa/F, Dom, Female/Futa Muscle Growth, Excessive Cum

Story by eccentricman

Here's one that came to me in a dream; I say a dream, more like a glorious confection of everything I find erotic about futa (notwithstanding some notable omissions).

Read on to find out about three very special people, each living very interesting lives, discovering what new challenges and looming dangers await them... plus lots of gratuitous sex. I hope you enjoy it and, inspiration permitting, I hope to continue this series in the future.

If you like it, please let me know and, of course, constructive comments are appreciated.

Without further ado:

Three's Company

In a remote facility in the Alps, the last transport pulled up to the back of the carrier plane, the three gestation pods lined up in the back like glowing obelisks, each one parading a silent array of diagnostics, readouts and status updates.

The cocoons were festooned with blisters of quietly buzzing tech, barnacles containing various tools and emergency equipment and all were liberally plastered with signs and labels and warnings.

The wind outside began to howl as the carrier plane loading ramp dropped, clanging down on the hangar floor as masked men and women ran out, jumpsuits neutral grey in the dawn light. In seconds, the cocoons were on the plane and the only sign that anyone had ever been there was a small puddle of dark oil in what had been the shadow of one of the huge wings.

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Hank ducked and cursed as an explosion high above him went off with a flash of yellow and orange flames. His sweat soaked body gleamed in the light of the dying aircraft as he stood, panting, his sweatpants flapping in the stiff breeze.

Mouth hanging open, he looked on as a brilliant shard detached itself from the stricken plane and dropped from the sky like a gift from the gods, growing slowly larger as it came towards him.

Towards...

With a yell, Hank sprinted for the cover of some nearby trees and went to ground next to a tangle of deadfall as a bolt of fire and shrieking sound ploughed through the trees nearby and hammered into the soft forest earth, trailing a torn parachute like a banner.

Wide eyed and awestruck by the devastation around him, Hank trotted out of the shelter of his cover and began jogging up the long scar towards the wreckage that might have killed him.

As he drew nearer, he began to frown, seeing thick armour plates ablated all around him, the designs and warnings on them all in foreign languages, European or Eastern European in flavour. There wasn't an airport for hundreds of miles around, not even those facilities in the desert were close enough for that plane to be making for at that altitude.

He froze as he saw movement ahead, eyes going wide as a slender arm feebly felt around the dark loam, emerging from the lambent blue glow within the wreckage. The arm was battered and bruised and pink... and human.

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The recently Mr. and Mrs. Godfreys sat in their modest little patch of heaven, a picnic basket behind them as they kissed, softly and passionately enjoying the quiet in this hidden lakeside retreat. Gemma drew back with a small gasp of surprise and approval as her husband's hand snaked down the back of her skirt and tickled her naughty little anus before fingers stroked across her wet pussy.

She pressed her breasts into his body as he pulled her close, chuckling as his slow kisses down her neck turned into a playful nip, grinding her hips back down on his hand and letting herself go into the moment.

Her hand on his thigh caught the thick, heavy flesh of his cock through fabric and she felt her womanhood briefly squeeze his questing fingers at the thought of him pleasuring her with that club he kept in his boxers.

Only he had ever figured out what a size queen she was, but boy, once he had found out they had never had so much fun. It was like they were made for each other. She just hoped his new job would give them enough time together to really make the most of-

What was that?

With a growl of complaint from her husband, she rocked back and looked past him, seeing a slight figure staggering across the lush green grass. The girl was in a bad way, her head bleeding from a long gash, her arm held crookedly and several burn marks across her neck and leg. It was only her and a plain white shift, but something was very definitely up.

As the girl crumpled to her knees and wobbled with a sob of pain and fear, the newlyweds were up and running over, Ben pausing to wipe his fingers with the blanket before catching up with his wife.

They had no idea what to do with this girl, apart from take her to hospital, and the thought occurred to both of them at the same time, that whatever did this to the girl may still be around.

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Keira Dupre rolled over lazily as her ipod lapsed into silence, her headphones comfortable and cool even in the heat of the day, her supple body feeling like it was in

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